The sky had completely darkened, and Tang Mo, who was in the form of a hunting cat, was not as uncomfortable with the darkness as before. The dark vision of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info allows him to clearly see a grass and a tree within 20 meters, and the farther distance is not so clear, as if separated by a layer of rough glass. The farther away you are, the stronger the diaphragm becomes, until only the faint shadows of the trees can be seen 100 meters away.

This is the vision in complete darkness, and if there is even a slight light source, even in a dim environment with a faint light, the distance of the swamp hunting cat's vision will be greatly magnified, almost like daytime.

Under the dark vision, Tang Mo followed "Orange" silently and quietly. Not every hunting cat is as quiet as he is, and from time to time there are hunting cats that purr and growl, which is when they are gathering their companions.

Swamp hunting cats tend to live alone, and they follow the cold habits of felines, only working together when hunting. Even if they don't seem to be such a strong opponent, the hunting cats are not stingy to give the strongest cooperative attacks, which is a kind of practice and a kind of vigilance.

Hunting cats' favorite food is a variety of humanoids, and their instincts, passed down from generation to generation, tell them that these upright prey often have strength that is not commensurate with their appearance. Neither the tall, lanky archers - this is the impression of the hunting cat on the elves, or the short, stocky iron bumps - this is the view of the hunting cat on the dwarves, which are not as harmless as they seem. If you are careless, the hunter will become prey.

There were more and more hunting cats gathered around, Tang Mo roughly counted them, there were more than a hundred, and it looked like they were about to face a tricky enemy. Such a number of hunting cats should have gathered their companions within a radius of dozens of kilometers nearby, and this behavior of calling friends reminded Tang Mo of wolves, a canine, with the difference being that hunting cats are more intelligent and more dangerous.

The distance of sight in the distance suddenly increased a lot, which was a larger field of view brought by the firelight. Tang Mo's eyes widened with the same yellow, it was indeed a torch in the distance! There were torches every ten meters, from left to right, from near to far, and they didn't know where they led. He had the realization in his heart that this was the path of light, and that the path of torches led the way to the depths of the temple, and was not evident in the daytime. But in this dark night, the cry of the cold wind, the roar of the beast, and the unknown danger lurking in the darkness, the flames dispel all this, bringing warmth on the surface of the body and deep emotion in the heart.

Under the light of the torches, Tang Mo clearly saw a group of people gathered under one of the fire sources. Based on this, they lit more torches, and through the light of the fire, Tang Mo could see the happiness on their faces for the rest of their lives, as well as the anxious expressions.

It's them! The insignia of the iris on the chest indicates the identity of these people, the mercenaries who managed to kill the tentacle monster's lair and were targeted by the swamp hunting cats. They were disheveled, unkempt, and embarrassed, and only their orderly formation and sharp swords in their hands showed that they still had a considerable degree of combat effectiveness.

The light from the torches allowed the mercenaries to see for the first time the enemies they were facing, and they were not very knowledgeable people, but they had heard of cannibal species such as the swamp hunting cats.

There are many types of magical beasts in the world, and there are thousands of strange ones, except for those species that are particularly powerful, and those dangerous creatures are the ones that attract people's attention. What kind of creature is the most dangerous?ferocious, cunning, evil?neither, but the man-eating monster is the most dangerous!

Because cannibalism, they can attack people anywhere, in any place, without the need for an additional reason, the food itself is the biggest reason. The last thing any humanoid creature wants to face is these hunters, unlike other monsters, who only attack when their territory is violated or when they feel provoked.

The swamp hunting cats that appear here today are one of the dangerous creatures. The suitable home environment, the good strength of the individual, and the cooperation advantage brought by the group gave the iris mercenaries a decisive understanding.

The torches on the path of light have a certain deterrent effect on the creatures of this swamp, and they generally do not dare to approach easily. However, once the battle began, it was as if a string had been broken in my heart. One hunting cat after another jumped into the range of the firelight, constantly attacking the mercenary's defenses.

Luckily, the path of the torch that lit at night divided the swamp into two areas, and the swamp cats only attacked from one direction, and the mercenaries avoided being surrounded and exposed to the enemy.

"Don't panic, don't mess ......," Clifford commanded loudly from under the torch, the voice echoing far into the darkness of the night. The five or six mercenaries in the front row firmly grasped the shields in their hands, and swung them vigorously from time to time, trying to push away the hunting cats that crashed into them. Holding the short sword in his right hand, he stabbed out fiercely at the gap, bringing out a puff of flying blood.

The wounded hunting cats howled in pain, and some wisely retreated, allowing their companions to come forward. Some lost their minds and attacked even more frantically, and the mercenary's defense line was crumbling, and after a while, someone was injured and replaced by a companion standing behind.

Without the support of the mage, the mercenaries are only a futile passive defense, and even if there are two archers, it is a drop in the bucket. The number of archers does not reach a certain number, and it is difficult to inflict substantial losses on a large number of enemies. The bowstring rang out, and cluster after cluster of arrows flew over the heads of their companions towards their targets, but not very well.

Clifford could clearly see a layer of white light emitting from some hunting cats, as if it had become hazy through frosted glass, and it was difficult to determine the location.

"Hazy Spell ......" Clifford muttered to himself, rumored that the swamp hunting cat does have this kind of spell ability, this is a level 2 spell! An ordinary mage goes from an apprentice to a proficient level 2 spell, I don't know how much effort it takes, but this magic beast is born with this ability!

The Swamp Cat in the hazy spell became blurry, and the cluster of arrows that should have been shot into the vital points plunged headlong into the less important and deadly parts, or simply shot at the empty target.

The formation of the mercenaries became more and more precarious, a hunting cat jumped high, facing the dangerous animals that pounced from mid-air, the mercenaries on the opposite side could only try their best to clench the sword in their hands and stab into the air.

The arm was fully extended, but there was no imaginary feeling of the short sword piercing into the body, and the feeling of hitting with all his strength without hitting made him uncomfortable. As a battle-hardened warrior, this is impossible!

And why can't the eyes see anything? He remembered the light that had lit up in that moment. The mercenary turned his back to the torch and faced the dark wilderness, at that time, something flashed against the dark background, so bright! Because it was flashed by the sudden light, the short sword unconsciously crooked, but what was it? The mercenary could not continue to think, a big furry claw broke through the artery on the side of his neck, blood gushed, his whole body was weak, and darkness enveloped his consciousness.

It's a light technique...... Clifford could clearly see that the few swamp hunting cats had more than two spell abilities, and the Light Technique was one of them. Hunting cats, which are accustomed to hunting in the dark, can easily defeat difficult opponents with this ability. No matter what kind of creature it is, as long as it has eyes, and it is suddenly flashed in the dark, the vision and brain will fall into a brief loss of control, and in an instant, the winner will be decided.

Defeat is inevitable, the sudden death of the companion made the mercenary's formation chaotic, and the hunting cat that broke into the crowd accelerated this collapse, tonight's situation, there is no life or death! Clifford pulled out his big sword in pain and strode forward, "Get out of the way!"

The panicked mercenaries instinctively obeyed the leader's orders, and they quickly moved out of the way. Clifford exerted his fighting spirit, the yellow fighting energy shrouded his body, and the tip of the sword brought out a few inches of sword light, and he burst into the gap where the hunting cats poured in. These hunters are excited to crush their opponents, and the blood makes them even more furious.

Clifford was in one form, with his sword in both hands, and in a flash, the head of a hunting cat was cut off, and half of his shoulder was removed. Clifford kept moving, stepping on rhythmic steps, one sword at a time, but in just a few breaths, five or six hunting cats had already been killed by him on the spot!

The predators' attacks were stunned, and at that moment they were clearly terrified. However, it was only a moment, and the thirst for food immediately regained the upper hand, and the battle between the mercenaries and predators who had been scattered became more intense. From time to time, hunting cats are stabbed and killed, and from time to time, mercenaries fall screaming, and then they are swarmed by the hunting cats around them, enjoying their victories.

The crunching sound of food was so terrifying to human ears that the remaining mercenaries were distracted by the nightmarish sound while fighting, which made the scene even more unfavorable, and more and more humans fell and entered the ranks of food.

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I don't know when, the scene became silent, and the human corpses fell to the ground, limbs shattered, and blood flowed everywhere. The trappers paused for a moment to eat, staring at each other, their orange eyes like lanterns, at the only human standing in the field, the one who had killed many of their companions.

Clifford was covered in blood, his armor was pitted and mottled, and his helmet didn't know where it had gone. Under the fierce battle, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and compared to physical exhaustion, the fact that all the members were wiped out was the most difficult for him to accept.

He stood there lonely with his sword in both hands, standing among the corpses of his companions who had once been together day and night, but now with severed limbs. Tang Mo in the hunting cat group looked at this powerful man from a distance, and clearly felt the sadness in his heart.

Despite being an enemy, as a human being, Tang Mo still felt uncomfortable in his heart when he saw other people being defeated and eaten by magical beasts, and he could only comfort himself by saying that he had not personally participated. He thought silently to himself, "It's very strong, but it's still not strong enough! I can't end up like this in the future!"

Sympathy is sympathy, but Tang Mo will not come to the rescue. The swamp cats also knew how difficult this enemy was, and they slowly surrounded him, waiting only to give him the final blow.